Claw

Yesterday’s garden revelry punished me this morning as I clawed myself out of bed. I must be out of practice as I didn’t think I’d overdone it. The schizophrenic weather led me to hibernate, attempting to be wholesome against a backdrop of a hangover. The main achievement was bobbing out before the supermarket closed to buy a gooey bear claw from the bakery section. Yellow-stickered of course.